tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87227371335688134922014-10-03T00:05:37.328-04:00Cafe A La Turca De ZahirPLEASURE TO SERVE, COFFEE TO DESERVE.Cemnoreply@blogger.comBlogger231125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722737133568813492.post-37189937801627984322009-07-05T13:47:00.003-04:002009-07-05T14:26:27.579-04:00BAKU - July 1st, 2009 - The End<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dZ2OxGyeMZM/SlDol2oTb9I/AAAAAAAAAOg/5MRZ-PRyEOk/s1600-h/SNV32273.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dZ2OxGyeMZM/SlDol2oTb9I/AAAAAAAAAOg/5MRZ-PRyEOk/s400/SNV32273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355035693960884178" border="0" /></a>In this blog, you all witnessed the story of one Turkish man in love with an Azeri women.<br /><br />This is the table from a cozy guesthouse in Baku.<br /><br />Well, it is not just a table.<br /><br />On July 1st, 2009 - For the first (and last) time, families of both sides met here at 11.30pm<br /><br />I am not that of a crazy narrator to write about all the odds.<br /><br />Unfortunately, this love story, so called "aşk", began on 2004 August in Arizona (USA) and finally ended on 2009 July in Baku (Azerbaijan).<br /><br />Of course, my tears did not create another Caspian Sea in Istanbul, but my heart is left in Baku.<br /><br />There is no taste in anything anymore. After a five year struggle and patience for this notorious lady, it is quite hard to digest her engagement with another man.<br /><br />Maybe, another five years from now, when I get married and have kids, I will have a good story to tell to them, and I will preserve all these feelings to reflect on a 400-page book and share with the world at what level love can get!<br /><br />I am glad that I kept my promise and made my marriage proposal with my family to Zahir and her family around this table on a windy night in Baku.<br /><br />Yes, it was a marriage proposal for a 22-year-old lady who was already engaged with another man!<br /><br />I will keep telling everyone that nobody will love her as much as I did, do, will.<br /><br />But, this finite life forces us to re-route our ways.<br /><br />Long live the love of Cafe &amp; Zahir.<br /><br />Rest in peace...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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It is not as bad as acid rain, and I am getting very anxious because each day there is some sort of news, or a story I hear about her beautiful country, and I keep fasting and let myself clear from any type of dessert, only fruits are allowed, since the real dessert is her eyes.<br /><br />Eating 4 baklava equals to a sneak peak to her eyes.<br />Eating 1/2 kg of baklava equals to watching her a few miles away from her.<br />Eating 1kg of baklava equals to staring her.<br />And so on...<br /><br />I don't want to eat baklava.<br /><br />I want to invite us into the kitchen of the most famous baklava house in Turkey and just begin to produce together. We are only allowed to consume the time ahead of us, quite economically. We already crossed out the things that do not appeal to us, like shouting, or arguing for very small details like mini skirt, etc. As I look back, it was very childish, whereas there is a very bright life beyond that..<br /><br />Here is the call of the prayer, and it is 8.32pm in the city of Istanbul. What a beauty we are all donated to have a full variety of beautiful voices of imams calling the athan from each minaret. Even for a person hesitant for prayers, it is a celebration to stop for a moment and think once again that we will finally say goodbye to this world. For some of us, it is just a plain craziness, some greed with some joy. All I could verify is to keep each string tight enough not to let anybody down. Seconds are passing, and I have a few shopping bags to fill before we arrange the final countdown.<br /><br />I love her and I love everyone who is around her, and I just don't understand why there is no single volunteer around her encouraging her to say a few words about us, that's plain pain<br /><br />I am done with listening to this music. I want action, and I want this Bosphoruse canal to merge and make the European side join the Asian side. I don't want those big container ships to pass by anymore. They are dangerous for our relationship. Those big "uncertainities"<br /><br />I can favor a mysterious faced girl on Fashion TV, but in the next couple of seconds, I will forget her name. Same story with anybody I would come across in this life. Just a short breeze in the air, whereas I continue to cry her name at least ten times in every hour or so. Still, it is not enough.<br /><br />This sunday was a terrible day. Horrible moments without any single branch to hold on. Forced myself to sleep, and finally I had a chance to find her, and thanks to Allah that she was holding my hand, but not yet looking at my face.<br /><br />Then I remember holding her pursue at the ATM. That was an eternal moment. That was a simple declaration of our togetherness, behaving naturally like we are one person, and we understand each other.<br /><br />There is just too many options in the market, and why I don't hesitate to continue to fight.<br /><br />Is it love?<br /><br />Is it obsession?<br /><br />....<br /><br />It is life.<br /><br />There is just one earthy life happening now, and almost 24 years past without the flame.<br />As they do in pre-historic times, we tried to create the flame together, but the rush of 21st century washed us over and all the dilemmas, bias, misunderstanding took us way back.<br /><br />Now, I don't even accept the match, or a lighter.<br /><br />I am already like a volcano, and I say no to those who will try to take us apart. It was a challenge, and each game has a life cycle. It could be 90 minutes in a soccer match, or 40 minutes for a basketball match.<br /><br />It has been 24 years and it is getting late. If there is one life to live and share, it is all yours, my Zahir. Whatever you like, however you feel.<br /><br />Everything seems meaningful when it is shared. Today, I don't eat the dessert, tomorrow I may not eat anything other than soup. And, soon, I may just drink water. Last, I may just shut my mouth. And, then?<br /><br />Simple goodbye to the earthy passions and desires...<br /><br />If there is time to fight, I was aware of this time period since the biggest departure four years ago. Each minute, I tried to progress, rather than sitting in one office and follow the guidance of the manager and stay at the same exact point of business all my life.<br /><br />I progress, I am having a progressive love.<br /><br />It is plain pleasure to meet you in my dreams for now, and then I will wake up very early in the morning with the responsibility to fulfill the day with everything needed to be accomplished in order to progress one more step towards getting you.<br /><br />Yes, it is getting you. Becuase, I want you, and anybody witnessing these words are aware of the volcano.<br /><br />Please don't let it sit so long, 'cos I want to give us a birth before the day of my birth.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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At the end, we are also mankind, but we have beautiful minds to "make good decisions" as one of teachers used to say.<br /><br />I don't try to make this film "action &amp; cut" all the time. We had quite a bit of cuts in the past. It is time for some genuine action. It is not deep frozen. These actions have deep roots underground, and they have been growing for more than 1,700 days. Even one second seems a lot today, how did these days pass by? How many stars we counted as we were sitting on the bench? How many airplanes we've seen and show it to each other, as the sky was too large and our eyes were like radar to point out the airplane before each of us.<br /><br />She is the finest image and the beauty in this natural world as we are all governed by this usual natural selection process. This is a natural behavior from a romantic side. If you lift the carpet, don't be afraid, there is no dust, as I clear out my hatred to this distance every second. There is no argument with the coincidences and consequences. It is plain challenge, and I am slowly preparing my 4x4 truck to drive us together. We shall go to Africa to see the meerkat manor, they are cute. Maybe, they have something to tell us for our future. Enough with the Turkish Coffee grounds which keep getting us closer, but still we are apart. As I continue to slip my tongue and drop some feelings into this well, I hear no sound. I always believed that I put all my energy to stock enough struggle to last forever.<br />What is the worst struggle in this survival of the fittest world?<br />Is it being apart and growing the world's largest botanic garden with your tears?<br />or, is it living a happy, very happy, the happiest life in front of "jealous" eyes?<br /><br />Our tears have been flowing to Caspian Sea for a while, and we are about to beat the smell of the petrol. Things are changing, world is still moving, and we are aging, thus we are changing as well.<br /><br />In our house, I will put out a history timeline and specify each important date, sometimes referring to each others passport, sometimes quoting the messages we sent to each other. This timeline will personalize the past, and keep us stronger. The kids will see this and ask why? We will all blame me, of course. I had the key to open the door within the palm of my hands, but I dropped it as I flew back to the US for some "ambitions", but I never ever forget and change my original destination. Still, "us" is within the realm of possibilities, and "I" shall continue hard to bring the Zahir back on track, this time with the most concrete plans ever.<br /><br />Don't judge us as the best engineers in life. We just need a shelter, but I wanted to build a multi-story villa where we can have our dog barking outside, organic fresh veggies and fruits growing. This is not a dream, but includes some imagination, and it is the same amount of positive energy built up the imagination after the moment I saw the Azerbaijan flag in the basketball/tennis court on campus in the middle of a dessert where you will not consider such a meeting.<br /><br />As I watched the wild life series on BBC, there was one observer/researcher who followed gorillas for 10 years. After five years of patience, gorillas admitted him as a part of their family, and never bothered. He just follow, never get aggressive, same colors of clothes. As he says, in the beginning it was impossible. Everything seems impossible in the beginning. We as a community make those requirements, like going to college, getting a job, sweating 9-6pm, and etc. In the meantime, we don't mind to think about the "other" side, those have dreams.<br /><br />I dreamed for this life, and I will keep the 4x4 truck with good maintenance until I am ready to drive from Istanbul to Baku for 1,100 miles (around 1,700 km)<br /><br />The observers are so accustomed to the past failures, the clouds are never disappearing to let the sun during the day, and moon during the night illuminate our way. The patience is a virtue, but I need a hand to continue fighting. My windscreen wipers are quite fast, but the clouds are dropping so much rain that I am unable to see the front. Please, help me get away with the "others" continuous passion to make decisions for our lives, and let me drive securely. No matter what, I am stubborn and determined as a natural goal-oriented person. The goal is not a single event of wedding. The goal is to provide a life we deserve together.<br /><br />There will be struggles in the future, and this is the way of life. But, please stop growing more pessimistic clouds, as I just raised my red flag, because I am about to sink down the Caspian Sea.<br /><br />Each happening is a trial to find her reflection. Driving on the highway, researching on the internet, listening to music, eating breakfast, walking on the seaside, everything. There she is, there I am. We are essentially not migrating birds, but we can let some of our feelings to migrate and then open up some space for embracing happiness. Please be relieved, nobody is perfect, but we can be aware of our fallacies, and try to patch them. As I said before, there is not enough light to film, so let's move on and carry the gray clouds away, far away, until we are together, then we can fight with those gray clouds together, even by talking over the phone. Compared to the wild life flirting, mine is neither wild, nor chill. I just need an idea of how big is this ocean of blue, because I am almost lost within this blue, but I hear no sound from the city of Baku.<br /><br />OK, there is sound, and it came right on time, as I was having the worst 5 minutes of my life over the phone. This footage is taken in Baku, Azerbaijan, in front of the Government House which has a magnificent architecture.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><object width="400" height="300"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4562175&amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;show_title=1&amp;show_byline=1&amp;show_portrait=0&amp;color=&amp;fullscreen=1"><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4562175&amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;show_title=1&amp;show_byline=1&amp;show_portrait=0&amp;color=&amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"></embed></object></div><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://vimeo.com/4562175">Dance of the Fountains in front of the Government House in Baku, Azerbaijan</a></p><p>In this post, I also like to share the lyrics of the song - "Snow Patrol - Chasing Cars"</p><p>The biggest question is being asked in this song, as well.</p><p>Would you lie with me and just forget the world? Because, it is the world so far playing its tricks and putting building blocks in front of us. Patience. Not many blocks left to clear, and we all know the time is still ticking. Yes, I know very much, I guess we both know the value of time.</p><p>"Chasing Cars"<br /><br />We'll do it all<br />Everything<br />On our own<br /><br />We don't need<br />Anything<br />Or anyone<br /><br />If I lay here<br />If I just lay here<br />Would you lie with me and just forget the world?<br /><br />I don't quite know<br />How to say<br />How I feel<br /><br />Those three words<br />Are said too much<br />They're not enough<br /><br />If I lay here<br />If I just lay here<br />Would you lie with me and just forget the world?<br /><br />Forget what we're told<br />Before we get too old<br />Show me a garden that's bursting into life<br /><br />Let's waste time<br />Chasing cars<br />Around our heads<br /><br />I need your grace<br />To remind me<br />To find my own<br /><br />If I lay here<br />If I just lay here<br />Would you lie with me and just forget the world?<br /><br />Forget what we're told<br />Before we get too old<br />Show me a garden that's bursting into life<br /><br />All that I am<br />All that I ever was<br />Is here in your perfect eyes, they're all I can see<br /><br />I don't know where<br />Confused about how as well<br />Just know that these things will never change for us at all<br /><br />If I lay here<br />If I just lay here<br />Would you lie with me and just forget the world?<br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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As an half of the apple, I will not let any sides to go brown. We are well-wrapped up and kept fresh. It is quite uncommon nowadays, as we consume everything fast paced, and imagining this love to stay fresh for more than five years is unbelievable. But, thinking for the possibility!<br />Just listen to another old Turkish song.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MgQxISBO65M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MgQxISBO65M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span>Bir ihtimal daha var o da ölmek mi dersin<br />Söyle canım ne dersin<br />Vuslatın başka alem sen bir ömre bedelsin<br />Sen bir ömre bedelsin<br />Sükut etme nazlı yar beni mecnun edersin<br />Beni mecnun edersin<br />Vuslatın başka alem sen bir ömre bedelsin<br />Sen bir ömre bedelsin<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">My rough translation to English :)</span><br />There is just another possibility<br />Do you think it is the death<br />Tell me dear what do you think<br />Longing for you is another life, you are worth a life<br />You are worth a life<br />Don't stay silent, you are making me "mecnun*"<br />You are making me "mecnun*"<br />Longing for you is another life, you are worth a life<br />You are worth a life<br /><br />*dangerously in love :)<br /><br />Her intuition vs. my strong belief about "our" future.<br /><br />It is "our" since this is not an agreed point yet, and the jury will decide whether the court should take necessary approval to remove the quotation marks and just release US.<br /><br />I am my own sincere lawyer whereas she is all surrounded by several decision-makers to defend "her" case.<br /><br />Her intuitions come true because I left her alone without any concrete put over our togetherness.<br /><br />All those ups and downs created huge fluctuation, even worse than the price of petrol.<br /><br />We feed our intuition, though we could also feed our belief.<br /><br />It is one way to fasten our seat belt and travel 1,110 miles east.<br />It is another way to avoid sitting on your seat, and walk around in the airplane, and don't care about the sign "Fasten Your Seat-Belt"<br />Then, do you know where are you going?<br />Where is your destination?<br /><br />How many more captains are gonna knock on your door to give you a ride forever?<br /><br />I planted these seeds quite a long time ago.<br />But, the landowner decides, and makes the plan.<br />In classical words, Allah makes the plan.<br />We, as humans by nature, just try.<br /><br />It is worth a try to continue fighting.<br />Because, she is worth a girl to die for during the time of almost losing her.<br /><br />It is one way to see her unforgettable smile on her untouchable beautiful face.<br />It is another way to hear that "she doesn't love you" anymore.<br /><br />In 2004, I put out the map, and plot my destination. Sorry, it took a while, but don't bother to deny, people were traveling for years on camel back to reach their lovers.<br /><br />It is a technological world right now, and this is only to save those others important decisions, when it is time to stand up and just word up.<br />Those others who should not take the Cafe Zahir way, because it is risky, not suitable for all.<br />Because, there will be a time when words will not matter anymore.<br /><br />I wish to conclude with a few words from the Coelho's book. And, it is true that I am almost lost without the Zahir's presence (rising from the book). Now, it is not only limited in the paperback edition. I am simply living it, and feeling it more than ever, as I get closer to the ending.<br /><br />Happy or sad, this will be a mutual decision.<br /><br />Love is not that flexible to pull to the opposite sides forever.<br /><br />In the book, it says that there is blue behind the gray color of the sky.<br /><br />I always wanted to be her blue. I am almost done with gathering enough dye from the nature. I will paint such a blue that she cannot imagine in her life.<br /><br />One more note supported by another old Turkish song.<br />Rough translation of the title of the song - "I didn't love you to forget you!"<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FzJ63Z-lBvI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FzJ63Z-lBvI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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